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Duson! but after all, I was never really in danger, except the time when I carried the despatches for the colonel and rode straight into a Boer ambush." Mr. Sabin saw nothing, but he did not move a muscle of his face. A moment later they heard the Prince's voice from behind them. "I am very sorry," he said, "to interrupt these interesting reminiscences, but you see that every one is going.
Duson busied himself in the bed-chamber, Mr. Sabin sat motionless in his easy chair. Soon there came a tap at the door. The porter reappeared ushering in a smart-looking young man, who carried a shiny coachman's hat in his hand. "Struck it right fust time," the porter remarked cheerfully. "This is the man, sir." Mr. Sabin turned his head.
With a suddenly heightened colour he struck straight violently for the heart of the thing. "She told me a lamentable story and she was led to tell it me by seeing and identifying yourself as you were standing with a lady in the road outside the cottage." "Identifying me?" repeated Meynell, with a slight accent of astonishment. "That I think is hardly possible. For Judith Sabin had never seen me."
"By the bye, your UNCLE has just told me the name by which he is known at the hotel. Mr. Sabin! Sabin! It recalls something to my mind. I cannot exactly remember what." She smiled upon him. People generally forgot things when Helene smiled. "It is an odd fancy of his to like his title so little," she remarked. "At heart no one is prouder of their family and antecedents.
"I was very hungry, and it occurred to me that under the circumstances you would probably not have dined either. I hope that you will like what I have ordered. The plovers' eggs look delicious." She gave a little cry of joy. It was Mr. Sabin. The Prince dined carefully, but with less than his usual appetite. Afterwards he lit a cigarette and strolled for a moment into the lounge.
We do not of course appear in this matter unless the post-mortem should indicate anything unusual in the circumstances of Duson's death, but it is always well to be prepared, and I ventured to ask Mr. Hertz here to procure for me your opinion as regards the death of your servant." "You have asked me," Mr. Sabin said gravely, "a very difficult question."
You cannot hope to make a profitable deal out of that. Dear me! It seems only a few minutes ago that I heard your interesting friend, Mr. Skinner, shake with laughter at the mention of such a thing as a secret society." "Skinner is a blasted fool," Horser exclaimed fiercely. "Listen here, Mr. Sabin.
He sat now with a graven smile upon his fat, good-humored face, but with eyes that were serious and watchful. Only once did he interrupt his caller's recital, and then at the mention of Inspector Snell. "Snell!" he exclaimed, sharply. "Are you sure?" "So the woman says." Sabin nodded; he carefully matched his fingers, tip to tip, and then relapsed into silence.
The tone of his reply was almost a sneer. "I repeat," he said, "that I can recognise no conditions." "It is perhaps," Mr. Sabin continued, "the wrong word to use. We submit to your authority, but you and I are well aware that your discretionary powers are large. I ask you to use them." "And I," the Prince said, "refuse.
"At midday to-morrow I shall be pleased to receive you," he said. "The Countess, with her usual devotion and good sense, has, I trust, convinced you that our action is necessary!" "To-morrow at midday," Mr. Sabin said, "I will be here. I have the honour to wish you all good-night." His farewell was comprehensive. He did not even single out Lucille for a parting glance.
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